A Different Target, Same prize.

The Aftermath.

Taco gasped, watching as Microphone left. She was speechless, upset, angry, and importantly.. Confused. She warped away, a frown on her face as she sat down. She looked at the stump. Clenching her fist and kicked it angrily. After leaving a good dent into it, she sat down. Throwing Mepad away from her side and back into the bushes, she let out a loud groan.

DAMNIT! Of course, that wretched sound machine LEFT. She leaves saying "Is ThAt WhAt YoU sAiD tO pIcKlE???.." NO! YOU SWINE! THATS NOT WHAT I SAID TO PICKLE AND YOU KNOW IT. NOW I WISH I LET KNIFE TELL YOU ABOUT PICKLE. GAHUGGGGGHH!! She started to impulsively kick the stump again, a lot of pent up anger and sadness came over her as she tried to understand. She kept asking herself how she let this happen. "You fool!" she said out loud to herself. "You let yourself THINK that she would stay!" She walked back and fourth around the stump.

She started to think to herself. Calming herself down, moving deeper into the forest and set a fire, putting a metal pan over and boiled water. She sat nearby, watching as the water bubbled. she narrowed her eyes. Maybe she should try checking hotel OJ, hopefully she hasn't told anyone.. No, she wouldn't have the guts to. She laughed a bit to herself. Finishing and sipping the tea.

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Taco finally teleported to hotel OJ. She turned on her bowtie, sneaking in when OJ went out to get groceries... again??? She sighed, carefully, sneaking through the hotel. No, this was way was way too risky, especially with that vile being a enraged bull, if anyone found her out, it would be her. She slipped into the laundry room, sighing. That trophy almost hit me with that dance.. she sighed, stepping backwards, she looked up, seeing a vent. It looked big enough for her to go in, so she did. She slid into the vent, it was very dark, but it was good to go through rooms safely.

She crawled through the vents, watching and listening to every room. Where the heck is that Loud House? That's when she heard it. "Taco killed test tube and now she's blaming me! Its so unfair.." Taco hurriedly went through. Peering through the vent and watched intently. She was talking to soap. Oh of COURSE she is. Taco thought, but kept listening in.

"Taco did that? So that's why test tube is so angry! Why didn't you expose her identity then?"
"Because, I think what I told her did enough to her. Besides, now she wont get the prize. So she'll have no reason to try again."

Taco grit her teeth, grabbing onto the metal opening so hard that it dented. It made a horrible screeching sound and taco gasped, pulling away. She saw them look up. "Is someone in the vents???" Microphone exclaimed, with a confused look. Taco got away, sliding back into the laundry room. At that point she realized how hard she was breathing. She relaxed again, sitting in the heap of white blankets. After the coast was clear she turned back on her bowtie and slipped out. She bumped into someone and they looked at her. "Hey! watc- what the," The tissues sneezed on her. Taco bolted out of there. ew. Ew. EW.. EW!!! DISGUSTING! She gasped, washing her face off. "That horrid Snot blower! I might be sick later now!"

Taco then went back on track. Pacing back and fourth around mepad. Ill prove her wrong. I WILL get the million somehow. But for now.. I'll need a new "Helper". Plenty of choices, a Jerk blade whom is turning soft, a pushover suitcase who's seeing hallucinations, a bright bulb who misses their friends, or a baseball whom tries his hardest to stay positive. The only question now..

Who to pick.